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Leaves of glass clutched with a dying hand,

while blood flows into the translucent earth.

Now I can see through the transparency,

of a relationship that was doomed to fail.



I've looked through the frosted glass of life,

lying to myself as to what I really saw.

You looking back with that twisted smile,

and the lies that I hoped were true and real.



But all truths eventually become known,

and hearts are wounded beyond one's hope.

Wrists are slashed to bring end to the pain,

as the ground adsorbs the essence of life.